At the onset of "isolation" I said that it would be no different from normal for me as I live alone and am virtually housebound anyway, only seeing my home help once a week and my sister once a week if she is able; admittedly supplemented by the occasion visit to my village shop for milk and bread. My home help phoned last night to say that she will not be coming until we have gotten a grip on the virus as one of her clients is 96 and she is withdrawing from all others, including her family, to look after him. My sister works in a supermarket and is, therefore, at high risk of getting the virus from the idiots that push their luck, as I am in the high risk group if I catch it she is understandably keeping away as well. I can't go to the shop for fear of picking up the bug which would undoubtedly finish me off. Thank goodness I have my cat to talk to - and that is not a joke!